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daspark - monster lyrics

[hook]
monster
how should i feel?
creatures lie here
looking through the window

[verse 1]
i’m already blown out of my wits
smoke inhaled by the broken gl-ss of my kitchen
instead of going out the clouds, spying my house
spearing my brain to sneak way through my fissure and growl
i ain’t chopped by thoughts in my specimen lot
but the fear of people owning shotguns whose temper is short
they keep arguing with the mirror seeing the image they not
and every time they break that image evil gains more power
a fiend gets more hard mixing spells in his pot
the fissure gets broad ain’t bothered by holy showers
may be that’s why they smoke weed when they feeling sour
and those who don’t, they chasing monster thinking its truth of life
how did the daylight escape into night?
i hear rain crashing the window. is it cold outside?
is someone staring in my dream? i feel guilt, fear and wry
in my heart, no bible in my house
so i ask the

[hook]

[verse 2]
it sticks to the skin and gets into the flesh
from the flesh it gets into the bones like an insect (uh, uh)
i dropped days, the pain, stays a stain
they caught up on their phones talking about what happened to me
with a dull skeptic that sat at a bench unrevealed
is a man back in his bed dreaming what he could be
to a skull that is perfect in the way he is weaving
the words to make up a rhyme, to wake up the demons sleeping
i bleed my time to see my days
so when i’m in the field grazing blow the breeze my way
but i’m down flipping figures over fear i face
cutting life from the edges to see a clear image
smile resists all the pain without a stain, it’s too late
to just go back to the times and keep rapping on it
keep your jackets zipped ‘cause any hand can slip in
get tricking, take you to head trips and bind you in blackened ribbons, oh

[hook]

[bridge]
you don’t know about the monster
sitting under your conscience
having control of your senses
that’s why you said you didn’t meant to
speak something wrong, do something bad
trying to think but you can’t? (yeah)
so don’t blame anybody else
while crying in nights by yourself
(get home)

[verse 3]
wasting your 16 thousand on a dress for a freaky outlook
for teacher’s day celebration it was so bad you were out looked
and all those morons who are trying to get popular in their cl-ssroom
and hop at the girls like these are probably gonna get recycled
prime minister sublime (kid), crime isn’t suffice (kid)
rash driving a f-cking scissor through face isn’t by chance (kid)
parents your bad products are affecting the whole market
they stocking each other, c-cking at bars, popping a shot ― dead

[hook]

- daspark lyrics

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